At that moment, Jaber arrived at the place of their hideout in the heart of the city of Malisura.
The car entered a huge, dark warehouse, where nothing could be heard
except the echo of the engine and drops of water falling from the ceiling.
As soon as the car stopped, a tall man approached it,
his body like steel, his gaze sharp and terrifying. His skin was dark, and his features savage, like a beast accustomed to blood.
It was Samer Al-Hadidi…
nicknamed The Hammer.
The Hammer (angrily):
Why are you late, you idiot?
Jaber got out of the car nervously and slammed the door behind him.
Jaber (with contempt):
Shut up, you piece of trash.
The Hammer's fists tightened, the veins in his neck bulging.
The Hammer (in a low, terrifying voice):
I promise you… I will kill you one day.
Jaber shot him a look of disgust and mockery.
Jaber:
Try… if you can.
Jaber walked to the back door of the car, opened it violently, and dragged Shadi out as if pulling a lifeless corpse.
Jaber (coldly):
Close the door, Hammer.
The Hammer slammed the door shut, but then froze in place.
He spotted a blinking red signal.
He stepped forward nervously and examined it carefully.
The Hammer (sharply):
Wait… you idiot.
I found a tracking device.
Jaber's eyes widened.
Jaber (in panic):
What are you saying?!
What do we do?!
They'll find us any moment!
The Hammer smiled…
A cold, terrifying smile.
The Hammer:
Don't worry.
I have a plan…
You'll definitely like it.
He said it while staring into the darkness,
as if the whole city was about to burn.
The Hammer (with a wide, frightening smile):
Jaber… follow me.
And bring that lump of meat with you.
Jaber moved behind him, dragging Shadi through the corridors of the underground base.
There, in the heart of the darkness, was the base of the Black Scarf gang.
The gang members gathered in heavy silence:
Jaber
Samer Al-Hadidi, nicknamed The Hammer
Ziron… a dissection doctor, an anatomist, a madman obsessed with blood
And a man standing in the shadows, quiet, sharp-eyed… Zarak
And above them all… Jaser, the gang leader.
Jaber sat Shadi on an iron chair and tied him tightly.
Everyone watched in silence…
Except Zarak, who watched from afar, with terrifying calm, with steady eyes that never blinked.
The Hammer grabbed a bucket of water…
and poured it all over Shadi's face.
Shadi gasped violently, his body shaking.
Shadi (terrified):
W… where am I?
What is this place?
Who are you?!
He swallowed with difficulty, his eyes darting wildly around.
Suddenly…
The sound of the Hammer's laughter exploded.
Loud, harsh laughter, echoing through the warehouse,
as if it pierced Shadi's chest and choked his breath.
The Hammer approached slowly,
bent down until his face was level with Shadi's.
The Hammer (in a sick, whispering voice):
You want death… don't you?
You want death…
You want death…
Shadi shook violently and screamed from the depths of his soul.
Shadi (crying and screaming):
No!
I don't want to die!
Please… I don't want to die!
A heavy silence fell…
except for Shadi's broken breathing,
and Zarak's unmoving gaze.
The Hammer (with a sick smile, terrifying laughter, a face that loved blood):
—I will cut you into small pieces…
And then you will feel death, won't you?
His laughter grew more horrifying.
Shadi (screaming in collapse, tears filling his eyes):
No… no… don't do it!
Please! Don't kill me!
I'll do whatever you want… anything!
Please don't kill me!
The Hammer grabbed pliers in his hand.
Shadi screamed, and the terrifying laughter grew louder.
The Hammer (with insane laughter):
—Do you feel death?
He cut off the first finger.
Shadi's scream was crushing, tearing.
He cut off the second finger…
The screaming grew.
Shadi's tears turned to blood.
Words spilled from his mouth in pain, tangled and broken.
He cut off the third finger…
Then the fourth.
From the intensity of the pain, Shadi fainted.
…
After moments, he woke up with difficulty.
The Hammer (with terrifying mockery):
What? Still alive?
A frightening smile rose on the Hammer's face. He interlocked his fingers with Shadi's remaining hand, saying:
You have beautiful fingers.
Shadi trembled in fear.
Then he cut off the fifth finger.
Shadi's voice disappeared completely from the horror he felt.
The Hammer (with a terrifying, insane face):
Scream! Scream! Scream! That's what I want! I want you to feel pain!
The Hammer grabbed a cleaver. He placed it on Shadi's neck—Shadi looked at him, every part of his body trembling, saliva and sweat pouring from him.
Suddenly, with a swift motion, the Hammer cut off Shadi's hand.
Shadi couldn't bear the pain… he screamed at the top of his lungs, then fainted again.
Jaber (with clear worry):
We have to leave this place. This place is exposed. A tracking device was put in the car. Any moment they'll find us here!
The Hammer (angrily):
What? Can't you see me? What am I doing? How dare you interrupt me, you piece of trash!
The leader looked at the Hammer with total calm, terrifying, without saying a word.
Alright:
We're leaving, right, Hammer?
The fear that passed from the gang leader to the Hammer was clear. The Hammer avoided looking at him.
Ziron: If we leave the boy like this, he will die and become useless.
Jaser: Ziron, don't let the boy die.
Ziron: Fine, move away from my path, let me see. He took out his tools.
He took a syringe.
Ziron: This syringe will reduce bleeding and regulate his heart, in other words it will keep him alive for another day.
Jaser: Fine, let's go.
Jaber…
Shadi was taken to the car.
The leader moved with complete, terrifying calm… and the rest of the gang followed him.
The Hammer took Shadi's fingers and his hand, and took the tracking device, placed them on the chair, and left a message with them.
Then he turned with a terrifying smile and followed the others.
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